To My Baby In the Womb

Hear my baby! I am your dad! Kissing you here and kissing you there… Your flowery face, your little chin, Your eyes, eyebrows, fingers and feet. Hugging you softly hard, Rubbing tenderly your tiny head. My eyes are filled...! And I am feeling heavy at heart, For I feel I cannot carry on any more Like this! I give in! Weary, with the faith, Now my sickened soul shall find its solace In the God’s garden-abode. My dear babe! I’d wish I live long… At least as long, you grow into a tall man. And you marry An Arabian singer-dancer; Or a European noble lady Professing Art. You write what I couldn’t, And you write in an unknown— Harmonious meter and rhyme. And I take my sweet grandchildren walk In the dew-wet mornings To the forest-side meadows. And you my baby doll! You shall set up a farm in the country In the fir-forests’ lap. And rear goats and sheep. You work dreamy day-night In the company of old saintly shepherds; And you marry the one you clandestinely admire— Who comes into your dream And plays with your tress. The widower shepherd’s only son— Long haired, honest and brave, Has almond eyes and the aroma of roses. (under construction...)